Jealous dystopia

Do you ever gaze at the black holes of their hatred, wonder

Who these people are or where they came from; upside down

To logic frown, contrariwise, frown upside down? Do you turn

Them about, or fix satellite’s from another galaxy, used to

Them, hanging round us arrived, in Time – turned on – by insults to

Me! Do you find that strange, more bizarre than normal?

A fascinating dystopian future, how low the world came to be

But you, a more compelling queen, in my own phantasy:

Your golden chariot, guiding me across their gaping, mad hole